Callie giggles a bit at the brownblood's antics, then spins around as her drink is brought to her by the servebot. She reaches into her sweatshirt pocket and pulls out a cockroach, placing it gingerly on the counter before smashing it with her fist...

A violet-stained (and seriously terrible smelling) wallet appears and Callie pulls out some money and hands it over before putting it back in her inventory and grabbing her beverage in time to watch the other two trolls interact.

QUOTES!

[19:23:14] Overlard: my mouth is not a doily

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[2:42] Toots McButt: Ol wins
My dick in his butt
[2:43] Overlard: I've had worse.
[2:43] Toots McButt: You haven't had a seven foot long dick
[2:43] Overlard: That sounds like it should kill you

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[1:39:01 PM] Neo: Like a great man once said:
[1:39:09 PM] Nory: my mom got matching dresses for me and her to wear

"(Food,)" he said bluntly, indicating the plate of food right in front of him as he tore off another chunk of cheese with his teeth. "(I cam- h-r- for Yarr-x.)" Pause. "(I +hink I may hav- said +ha+ backwards. Alas. Rar- m-a+? Wha+ a b-as+, you will g-t parasi+-s doing that. You....r-d? Gr--n? Which-v-r bloods sur- lik- +o liv- on +h- -dg-,)" he added, cackling slightly as he finished the first stick and broke the second in half.

"(Ouch, did you jus+ call h-r ugly -nough +o caus- blindn-ss? +ha+'s a li++l- m-an,)" he snickered, finishing off his sticks in two bites before wiping his mouth off with the handy sleeve of his jacket.

He tapped the side of his glasses. "(Not blind, you s--. +h-y cov-r a hid-ous disfigur-m-n+ I hav- had from ha+ching, wo- is m-. +h-y also l-+ m- s-- wha+'s up clos- mor- cl-arly. You hav- a poin+, mayb- I should r-mov- +h-m so I do no+ hav- +o look qui+- so much a+ you,)" he fired back, snickering again at his insult. Her soulless grin doesn't appear to disturb him, though his own grin at least had a little bit of soul. Give it a saxophone and it could play just a bit of blues music, you know?

"(Why should I not b- ins-cur-? Hav- you s--n magazin-s la+-ly? I could n-v-r hop- to grow rumbl- sph-r-s lik- +ha+,)" he replied, grabbing a knife and fork from the table to stab into his steak with at last. "(Addi+ionally, why do you +hink I can l-nd +hos-? +h-y ar- singl- us-, fool. If I had som- roll-d pap-r, I could swa+ you wi+h i+ in my rag- righ+ now,)" he said very calmly and politely.

Where we're going we don't need fancherubs

Silvy Wrote:(my mouth is made of money because every joke i tell is pure gold)

while her antics would probably annoy the hell out of some, Yarrex just shrugs. "(Why do you think I was nam-d +ha+? I was a pira+-, and now I am no+ on-, h-nc- +h- -x. I wish I k-p+ my old ou+fi+ bu+ i+ jus+ do-s no+ fi+ m- anymor-.)" He gazes off into the distance for several dramatic moments, the call of the sea pounding in his mind's background.

Then he shook his head.

"(Of cours-, I only -v-r had on- cr-w m-mb-r and no ship, bu+ i+ was s+ill fun whil- i+ las+-d.)"

Where we're going we don't need fancherubs

Silvy Wrote:(my mouth is made of money because every joke i tell is pure gold)

This guy wanders in, making his apparently customary entrance scene by stumbling horns-first into the door with a thunk, causing quite a large crack to appear in the glass as well as him tumbling about for a moment. After regaining his bearings, he rubs his eyes before entering the cafe, oblivious to any onlookers he may have gained by this point. He eventually chooses an empty table to sit down at, tactlessly uncaptchaloguing a very large tome that nearly tips the entire table over as it slams down. He then begins to read it.
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Also this creepy fuck is here now. When did she hop in? Who knows. She's sizing up everyone in the cafe apparently. Well, whatever. What's new.

In comes this mountain of a Troll after a long absence. Teufol lumbered into the Café, his footsteps naturally sounding like stomping as he casually walked to a nearby table and took out some metallic scraps and tools, then started to fidget with them.

Uranio entered soon after and was surprised to see Kinasu was already there. It had been some time since they spoke. Okay, now was his chance...

He approached the Sea Dweller, and sat at the same table/booth as her, sitting across. Without even asking! How rude!

Woah, that guy sure was huge! What was he doing with those tools? The dude spares no time whatsoever in getting up from his seat to go find out. Making sure to captchalogue his tome first, he walks over to the spot that massive hooded troll has chosen and settles himself in.

He shifted in his place and ogled the machinery Teufol was tooling, squinting as he worked.

<li<k don't know, never got the <han<e to <li<k mess about with it myself. i must admit i am <li<k surprised to find one of your <li<k <li<k stature and blood engaging in su<h a<tivities. <li<k no offense intended <li<k. it is hard to tell be<ause you obs<ure it with a hood <li<k but are those the paints of the subjugglators <li<k i see upon your fa<e?

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Wow!!! You guessed correct! Good for you, you seem to haave gaained some IQ points since we /aast taa/ked!
So whaat is up?

Teufol would continue to work, looking down at the machinery as he talked.

I do not take offense to that. And it is never too late to start on something like this if you have the interest in trying. As for my face paint, I modeled it after my Ancestor, who was the Chieftain of an ancient tribe. The ways of the Subjugglators does not appeal to me, though I do not hate them by proxy.

As he spoke, the mess of metal parts would seem to start coming together to form a spider-like creation.

He rolled his eyes.

That's funny coming from you, since you're the obnoxious childish one of us.

He paused slightly before answering her question.

Due I need a reason to talk to my least favorite Fish Bitch? Oh, that hurts. It's like you dun't wunt me around.

for me it would be. i <li<k <an only devote so much of my time to <li<k <li<k idle a<tivities.
so then it be<omes <li<k apparent that you are in touch with your <li<k an<estor. this is relatively <ommon among non-subjugglator highbloods. how <li<k much do you know about him?

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She shrugs in a carefree style, leaning back in her chair to stretch out her arms.

I dunno, deaar. Usuaa//y you caannot be bothered to aapproaach me yourse/f. Whaat ever is on your mind~?

I suppose that is fair. What are you doing that will not allow idle activities? Yes, I suppose it is. I know quite a bit about him, he left behind a lot of information about himself. How about you? Do you know anything about your Ancestor?

Now Teufol would have a small spider-bot in front of him. He would press the switch and watch as it scurried about on the table.

Uranio shifted a bit in his seat.

Well, that's because I wus usually in here furst, of course. And maybe I just wunna talk to you, is that so wrong?

dealing <li<k with my <li<k <ustodian. it requires <li<k near-<onstant alertness <li<k <li<k on my part. which is only <li<k fair i suppose. i <ould do with more alertness, perhaps.
i do know <li<k <li<k quite a lot about my an<estor. when i am older, i will <li<k <li<k <ontinue his lega<y. it is not an easy task, but <li<k someone will have to do so, and who <li<k better than his own des<endant?
but let's go back <li<k to talking about yours. you say that <li<k he left behind a lot of things for you to <li<k dis<over. but was there ever something <li<k <li<k you wished to know about that he did not detail? <li<k perhaps he was hiding something, or <li<k maybe something extraordinary <li<k o<<ured to him. but the <li<k question is... what do you really want to know?

Rather than answer any of his questions, the male jadeblood simply remarked allow me to <onsult the proper reading material. He then uncaptchalogued another startlingly large tome, which then fell gracelessly to the surface beneath, smashing anything that may have been in its downward path to pieces under its considerable girth and making a loud WHAM noise. He then rapidly flips pages with hands unexpectedly deft than his clumsy, sleepy disposition would suggest.

Further ignoring Teufol's questioning, the jadeblood peered down into his tome, indexing different words as he pared information at a rapid pace.

<li<k hmm... as title suggests, led a tribe of trolls... tribe had no need of weapons. <li<k preferred to kill foes with sheer strength and skill. ex<eptional <li<k <li<k brutality even for trolls noted. most powerful. wise and <li<k fair leader. hmm, yes. i <an <li<k definitely see resemblen<es in do<umented apprean<e and behavior. <li<k. yes.

Finally, he looked up from his text.

i'm sorry, did i miss your question about your <li<k an<estor?

----------Treaasures, when I caan find them! AAnd I suppose not. Knowing one's superiors is good haabit~

I see. That is rather unusual. I have never heard of anything like that. In most cases I have seen, Ancestors of your Blood Color tend not to leave so much information. How large is this collection of information of yours?

Uranio sighed. Okay, he had to stop beating around the bush.

Okay, listen Kinasu. There really wus I reason I came ovur to talk to you. A light blush started to appear in Uranio's face.

larger <li<k than any one troll could ever <li<k <li<k a<<rue. there is a<tually very little <li<k information <li<k based on him. i theorize he had a legion of followers, <li<k "gatherers" if you will.

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Kinasu rolled her eyes.

Yeaah, no shit! I've been trying to squeeze it out of you ever since you waa/ked in!

That is rather intriguing, I do not think I've ever heard of anything like this before. What did he want to do with all of this information?

Uranio snarled lightly. Shut up.

He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself. I Hate you, Kinasu. I fucking Hate you. I keep thinking about you though, and I want to keep Hating you. I...guess whut I'm trying to say is that I'm Black for you, you Fish Bitch.

He shook his head, finally captchaloguing the tome and staring vacantly down at the table in its absence.

i do not <li<k know. it is not for me to say. maybe he had some <li<k underling purpose. <li<k <li<k maybe not. but it is <ertainly a wealth of information, one <li<k way or the other. but it is what i have to do i think. <li<k.

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((Picture omitted because I only have the one expression l o l))
Kinasu's grin was wiped clean off her face as a wave of fuchsia rolled onto it.

...Oh. We//, ...hm.

She raised a hand to her face, looking around a little. Whatever it was, she wasn't really expecting this?

Oh man, this is really awkward. They're both blushing up a storm at this point.

I... haaven't reaa//y...
given thaat... much thought?
No waait, that's a /ie... /ike, it's not thaat I haaven't thought aabout it, I just don't reaa//y... know whaat to do now...
.../ike now thaat we both know aare we just /ike, BAAM! Kismeses, or whaat?

She laughs to try to blow off steam. Anything to make this less awkward.
It doesn't work.

Teufol would start sifting through the pieces of his spider-bot, seeing which ones were still usable or not.

That is rather strange, though I suppose one's hobbies are their own business and they get something out of that others cannot understand. Is the lives of other Trolls all he wrote about?

Oh geez, Uranio was hoping Kinasu would at least play this off well and help relieve the awkwardness of the situation. No such luck it seems.

He shifted around in his seat a bit, the blush on his face getting more severe. Well...I mean, when you thought about it, did you think you were Black back? I mean...if you feel that way, I dunno why we couldn't be Kismeses, you know? He felt himself unable to look Kinasu in the eye, and instead stared at the table.

Callie turns around at the trolls entering to see who's in, but seems uninterested in them.

"Oh, it's jUst a bUnch of highbloods. Boring! Besides, pirate life is more fUn. Shame yoU lost yoUr old figUre, bUt hey, some people jUst stop growing Up and start growing oUt~. Right, Mr. ShUtter Shades?"

She giggles a bit.

"Hey, look over there!" Callie motions to the purpleblood and seadweller sitting behind her without turning to look. "Romance in bloom~. Maybe we'll get to see those hatebirds kiss~?"

QUOTES!

[19:23:14] Overlard: my mouth is not a doily

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[2:42] Toots McButt: Ol wins
My dick in his butt
[2:43] Overlard: I've had worse.
[2:43] Toots McButt: You haven't had a seven foot long dick
[2:43] Overlard: That sounds like it should kill you

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[1:39:01 PM] Neo: Like a great man once said:
[1:39:09 PM] Nory: my mom got matching dresses for me and her to wear

Yarrex failed to react to the fist being slammed onto the table exactly one time. Well, he did adjust his glasses slightly and almost immediately kick the table pretty harshly, but that's not a reaction right. "(Hm? Romanc-?" he asked, sounding faintly surprised.

He easily glanced over the top of Callie's head at the pair.

"(If I had a blog, I would probably r-cord this to n-v-r pos+ i+ +h-r- du- +o how awkward i+ is. Hold on.)"

He promptly placed his freshly eaten from plate, silverware, a bunch of napkins, and a salt and pepper shaker into his sylladex. In return, out fell a slightly used, vintage camcorder. He opened the thing up, shook it a few times, then turned it on.

He snorted, pointing the camera right at her. "(+ha+ is jus+ off-nsiv-. I am n-v-r -v-r prof-ssional, or s-rious,)" he said, very seriously as he moved the camera from Callie to the bickering highbloods in the room as discretely as possible. Sweet, sweet extortion-mail.

One of Yarrex's eyebrows just barely nudged forward. Then he looked down at his cam-corder and sighed. "(Dra+. I forgo+ +o pu+ in ba++-ri-s,)" he lamented, dropping the useless junk onto the table. The battery compartment popped open, and, indeed, there were no sticks of power.

"(I am pr-++y sur- wha+ you jus+ said would b- fairly cr--py if I pu+ any amoun+ of +hough+ in+o i+. Ins+-ad, I hav- +o ask, why ar- you k--ping som-on- prison-r in your hiv- and ar- +rying +o call +h-m a gu-s+?)" he asked, folding his hands neatly in front of himself, very professionally. "(W- ar- all kids h-r-, +h-r- is no n--d +o f--l asham-d. I m-an, I do no+ do +ha+ kind of +hing bu+ I b-+ i+ is all +h- rag- wi+h young-r folks nowanigh+s.)"

Where we're going we don't need fancherubs

Silvy Wrote:(my mouth is made of money because every joke i tell is pure gold)

"It's not my hive, silly! It's my moirail's! And besides! We're jUst keeping a friend safe while he recovers from a very bad sickness. Who knows what woUld happen if we didn't keep him locked Up safe and make sUre he takes his medication? Well, aside from Utter chaos I mean."

That doesn't exactly sound better...but it seems like it does. Yeah, that's definitely a satisfactory answer. Probably not worth pursuing further at all. ((That's a sign of her using her power btw, though Yarrex is free to resist if he can))

QUOTES!

[19:23:14] Overlard: my mouth is not a doily

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[2:42] Toots McButt: Ol wins
My dick in his butt
[2:43] Overlard: I've had worse.
[2:43] Toots McButt: You haven't had a seven foot long dick
[2:43] Overlard: That sounds like it should kill you

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[1:39:01 PM] Neo: Like a great man once said:
[1:39:09 PM] Nory: my mom got matching dresses for me and her to wear